I really love Naomi Shihab Nye's lyrical, haunting poetry, so here's one of her poems for this week. You can check out more of her poems at the WOMS library!
The RiderA boy told me
If he roller-skated fast enough
His loneliness couldn’t catch up to him,
The best reason I ever heard
For trying to be a champion.
What I wonder tonight
Pedaling hard down King William Street
It if it translates to bicycles.
A victory! To leave behind your loneliness
Panting behind you on some street corner
While you float free into a cloud of sudden azaleas,
No matter how slowly they fell.